He Hath No Power That Hath Not

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

Nature Means Necessity.

The Truth Is Perilous Never To The True, Nor Knowledge To The Wise; And To The Fool, And To The False, Error And Truth Alike, Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.